You Get A Captured Weasel

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

Jacks couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh when that boulder rolled off of Texas's pathetic little self. She was pounded flat into the dust, so much that her tan fur was hard to distinguish from the sunny desert dust. Jacks leaned down and grabbed her by the tip of her tail, peeling her up like a fresh piece of roadkill, and flapped her in the air like a dirty carpet.

"Now that we got you," Jacks said, "We can finally get to some real fun! But first we gots to ride a little bit, can't have anyone interrupting out fun, can we Texas?"

Smiling Jacks grabbed Texas's paper thin self and started rolling her up into a tube, before taking that tube and folding it in half on itself several times until the entirety of the sheriff was no longer than Jacks' index finger.

"There! Nice and portable for my back pocket and- Oopsie!" Jacks smiled mischievously, "I just remembered, these shorts don't got any back pockets. It's okay, we'll improvise."

Texas was terrified because she knew exactly what was going to happen next. Jacks bent forward pushing her cottontail up into the air, and pushed Texas right into her sweaty asscrack with her thumb. Then she hopped up on her horse and whipped the reigns, laughing all the way. Jacks made sure she went the bumpiest path she could, happily bouncing her behind on her saddle as much as she could and really making sure she walloped Texas as much as she could. All Texas could think of was the total pain of being bounced between those cheeks and the saddle, and the horrid stink that Jacks' off-white buns carried.

To Texas, it felt like forever until they reached their destination. And when they did, it was...